I'm 16 years old, what's wrong with my combat power exceeding 100 million?

The old man in black looked down at the old rag that seemed to be full of filth and sighed.

"Although this white flag looks shabby, it seems to contain Tao Yun, which is extraordinary. Maybe it was part of a complete immortal weapon in the past."

"With your strength, you can't exert any power at all, but you bury it."

Zhong Wei was anxious and angry. Who are you to dare to comment on what the chairman has given us?

Zhong Wei glared at the old man fiercely, full of anger and anger.

The old man in black sighed: "It seems that I underestimated this place."

"I don't know who the owner of this place is. Not to mention his strength, he must have a lot of background to be able to produce such a treasure."

"Of course, it may be a lucky casual cultivator or an unknown force who got lucky and got a great opportunity, but to this extent, this kind of blessing is really amazing."

He seemed to have remembered something, and murmured sadly: "Sometimes, opportunity is much more important than talent."

Zhong Wei's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily. He shouted: "Old man, what are you talking about! Give me back the things!"

"That's something given by our chairman, you dare to steal it!"

"Chairman?"

The old man in black smiled slightly: "Your master's surname is Dong? How come I heard that his surname is Guan?"

Zhong Wei was stunned: "What the hell? How can the chairman's surname be Dong?"

The old man in black also frowned slightly: "Since I am called Chairman, what else can I do if my surname is not Dong?"

Then he shook his head: "Forget it, it doesn't matter what your last name is."

"If you want to get your things back, let him come here in person. Let him come over and see me."

"Otherwise, no one in this city can get this thing back from me."

"Okay, okay, old man, your tone is quite harsh. You actually asked my chairman to come to see you. But remember your tone. You will regret it when my chairman comes."

Zhong Wei shouted angrily.

He also knew that he couldn't deal with the old man even if he took out a rag, so it seemed that he really had to go to the chairman.

"Hehehe, regret it?"

The old man stroked his beard, as if he had heard some funny joke.

Zhong Wei glared angrily, then turned around and flew out into the air.

Looking at his disappearing back, the old man in black shook his head and said, "Young people today really don't understand etiquette."

……

In the courtyard of the island in the middle of the lake.

Benwei was lying leisurely on the recliner, watching videos on his mobile phone in one hand, and grabbing handfuls of feed from the feed bucket on the side and spreading it on the ground.

The chickens and ducks transformed by the demons squawked and clucked and crowded over to eat the feed.

Of course not because they love to eat.

You can't eat it.

Two days ago, there was a person who refused to eat the feed, and then that night, he was cooked by Benwei and others.

It's called an incense.

So now when they see Jian Benwei idle and feeding him, the chickens and ducks all rush to get there, thinking they have been hungry for seven or eight years.

However, at this moment, anxious shouts came from outside.

It was Zhong Wei who hurried over.

"Chairman! The Chairman is in trouble!"

"Isn't this Zhong Wei? What are you doing? What's wrong?"

Zhang Han, who was fishing, turned around and asked.

Zhong Wei quickly saluted Benwei respectfully, and then said angrily: "Chairman, someone is here to cause trouble."

"He is very powerful. He even snatched the rag you gave him, Chairman. He also said that he wanted to get it back, so he asked you to go see him!"

Benwei stopped his movements and raised his brows.

"Why are there idiots coming to cause trouble again?"

"You still ask me to go see him, how courageous you are!"

"where?"

Before Zhong Wei could answer, his eyes moved and he sensed something, and then he disappeared into the recliner.

On the high platform of the east center of the city, the old man in black was sitting cross-legged, feeling the flow of breath in the rag in his hand.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and saw a young man who looked to be no more than 20 years old, holding a red plastic bucket and looking at him with an evil face.

"Lao Bangcai, are you the one who comes to ruin this uncle's business?"

The corners of the black-clothed old man's mouth raised. It seemed that the young man in front of him was the lord of Pingjiang City.

It came quite quickly.

Finally seeing the real master, the old man in black looked at Benwei and spoke slowly.

"Young man, the old man talks to you like someone who has been through it. Don't talk like that..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned red, and then countless fishy-smelling feeds were thrown at his head and face.

"Pretend in front of me and you will die."

The old man looked at the scattered feed, shook his head confidently, and waved his hands to disperse.

But the next moment.

His expression changed drastically.

This group of so-called fodder seemed to be no fodder at all, but like stars smashing over.

Huge force acted on him, immediately breaking his defense.

Before he could make the next move, a feed bucket was placed on his head, and then a big hand from the sky grabbed him and stuffed him directly into the bucket.

After Benwei stuffed the old man into the bucket, he raised the sole of his foot and kicked him hard.

a time.

The old man only felt that the sky was dark and he was hit with stars in his eyes. He wanted to struggle, but found himself in the barrel. It was like an invisible shackles, locking all his strength tightly. He couldn't use even half of it, and he couldn't break free at all. .

The whole person was squeezed into the barrel and twisted out of shape.

He looked terrified.

It's completely unimaginable what kind of power this is.

But the pain and humiliation on his body made him unable to help but scream while struggling: "Stop fighting... ugh."

Halfway through his begging for mercy, Benwei kicked him hard on the head. He was instantly stunned and his eyes were spinning.

The old man had never been beaten like this since he was born. He struggled a few times at first, but after being hammered a few times, he didn't even have the strength to move.

Because every force was like a big mountain hitting his body.

Finally, the angry Benwei lifted up the plastic bucket, flipped it upside down and threw the old man to the ground, revealing the old man's bruised and swollen face.

"Tell me, where did the old paicai come from?"

The old man had been beaten so hard that he was out of breath. His head was buzzing and he couldn't think. He could only tremble all over and couldn't even speak.

Of course, Benwei had reserved his strength in his attack.

Although the old man broke into the formation without permission and hit the guard, he could tell that he was showing mercy and did not mean to hurt anyone, otherwise Zhong Wei would not be able to report the message intact.

Therefore, Benwei didn't show his true intentions, otherwise this old man wouldn't be able to withstand this beating. A casual slap would be too much for him.

At this time, Zhong Wei, Zhang Han and others had already hurried over with others, and saw Benwei casually holding the old man in his hands.

"Brother, what should I do with this old boy?"

Zhang Han stepped forward, stepped on the old man, and asked.

Jian Benwei clapped his hands: "Old rules, take off your clothes and hang them on the city wall."

The rules of Pingjiang City.

Anyone who makes trouble or commits a serious crime will be directly fed to the dragon or fish.

Those whose crimes are not serious enough to die will be beaten violently and then hung on the city wall.

After all, there is no prison in Pingjiang City.

When the old man lying on the ground heard what Benwei said, his eyes widened and his whole body twitched, as if he wanted to struggle.

"don't want……"

"I am..."

"To shut up."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Benwei slapped him directly.

Then it was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

Ten minutes later, the naked old man was tied behind his back and hung at the top of the city, dangling with a look of despair on his face.